(MAN and WOMAN enter smallish apartment. They are formally dressed and she is aggravated. The MAN has terminal cancer, the WOMAN has no idea.)
WOMAN: (mockingly) How may I help you?
MAN: Why are you doing this?
WOMAN: Doing what?
MAN: Making a big deal out of nothing.
WOMAN: She was flirting with you!
MAN: She was only our hostess!
WOMAN: You were flirting with her!
MAN: I was being nice!
WOMAN: Don't lie to me.
MAN: Oh, so am I forbidden to be polite to other women now?
WOMAN: You're not allowed to flirt with other women!
MAN: I wasn't flirting!
(WOMAN turns away from the MAN. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms)
MAN: Come on , babe. Please turn around.
(Slight pause)
MAN: Cute.
WOMAN: Being pissed off at you is cute?
MAN: You being jealous. It's adorable.
WOMAN: I'm not jealous. (she turns toward him) I'm just mildly concerned.
MAN: Uh huh. Sure.
WOMAN: I just want to make sure that nothing keeps us apart this time.
MAN: Nothing's going to happen. I promise.
(The couple embraces. You can only see the MAN'S face. He looks worried.)
MAN: I love you, you know that? (still hugging)
WOMAN: Yeah. Me too.
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